Goatsnake El Coyote
Hear howls from the moon
Lonely souls that chill the bones
El coyote
Her moans from bellow
Choked in dust
Screaming skulls
Call their brothers
For so long these blues
Can be heard at night
For so long these blues
Are a pack of eyes
Some say like the crow
That this earth and everything
He created
El coyote cut a hole in a giants heart
And lava flowed
For so long these blues
Can be heard at night
For so long these blues
Are a pack of eyes
Pack of eyes.
